Sharing a dorm with Kinich wasn’t the worst that could happen. The man often stayed in his room to study when he wasn’t outside searching for another hobby or busy with his lectures.

Your shared space was always cleaned by one of you and he was quiet at night, not disturbing your peace with gaming or music like you often had witnessed before. Only one thing bothered you about him :

He was unnecessarily reckless.

On the hunt for a new thrill, he often suffered from small injuries whenever he overestimated his abilities. Despite not being close to him, you couldn’t help but worry.

Today was no different.

Kinich somehow fell when he was practicing his new parkour and ended up with a bit more than painful bruises.

One of his knees was bleeding, together with a spot on his right and a few scratches were scattered around his face and neck.

The man had taken a seat on the couch, trying to patch himself up the best he could, but it was more difficult than expected.

After your courses ended for the day, you went home to find your dorm mate attempting to reach his shoulder. His eyes widened when he heard the door fell shut and he gave up on his task. “ Can you help me ?”